I'm an addict. I'm looking for my next hit in life. These words are creating that hit.
I've decided to blog. Not sure how this will turn out, but I'm doing it. With all my friends scattered around the country, I want to give them a way to see my rants and carry on discussions with me about them. Right now, I have no idea what will come of it. Will it be witty remarks or craft tutorials or comparisons between history and modernity or passionate scenes from inside my mind? Who knows. Probably a large mix of all of those things. I'm not a journal keeper, but I do like to have a public place to share my thoughts. Some place that's mine. Some place my writing can go other than between the pressed pages of a tattered notebook on my bookshelf.
Why am I blogging now? Well, I'm sitting in a Starbucks on the beautiful Country Club Plaza in Kansas City. One of my favorite places to go and think. I love the simplicity, the quiet energy and the intricate details of the architecture around me. It's an inspiring place. I'm also working on a project that could - for real - lead to me realizing my dream of being a professional writer. Once things get solidified, I will share what I can, but for now, just know I need to be inspired. That's perhaps what's leading to this. I'm aching inside, trying to pull creativity from my mind on this project that's so new and needs to be produced so fast. Other projects, other characters are making my chest hurt with pain that I should be funneling into their story, but I need to do this other one first. And for that, I need inspiration. In the project I'm venturing into a world I know so very little about. Rushes I want to feel, need to feel to be inspired and write from the vantage of someone with experiences I've only imagined. Experiences few have truly felt, but most have at least can somewhat relate to. I can on some things, the things most people can...but other things. I feel so ignorant. As a writer, I can feel and experience things in my mind to the point of almost physical realization - but some things are more than just one sided and those can be hard to replicate, even with an imagination like mine. Inspire me.
Music is playing its part in inspiration, and if anyone has suggestions...please post them. I'll listen to anything at least once. Send me inspiring titles and artists. Driving down the highways, my windows down and forcing fresh air into my lungs with music so loud it shakes my car...I can disappear and become inspired. I can feel what others feel, I can think what others and I can divorce me from myself for a few moments as the road disappears from below me and I drive toward an unknown. So, inspire me.
My life recently - in the last 4 months or so - has reverted back to the real me, a person who has laid dormant for a very long time. And now, I'm thirsty for life and experiences again. I'm craving that which I've never felt, had, tasted or touched. I'm an addict looking for my next hit. I need it, strive for experiencing the new, testing my limits and pushing myself. This is an experience, sharing my thoughts on an organized soap box composed of invisible coding that creates the image and letters you're piecing together as my words and thoughts.
So this is post one. Welcome to the adventure, let's go on it together.
